We've been slugging our way through s hot spell and I'm weary of pushing forward. Unable to sleep well at night, my rest interrupted, means I wander through the daylight hours unusually piqued. The house stays in its more or less okay condition, and we all find various way to do very little while trying to appear that we are still fascinating in our lassitude.
Watching the Olympics and the athletes in their four year op to go for gold reminds me that trying harder than ever is still the best way to achieve anything. Tomorrow sounds okay, but today is absolutely better.